When you are a fat old woman, I shall still be as I am now.

You will diet, and pray, and rave,--because you are growing old,--and I shall do none of these things.

I eat like a pig, I never pray, and I do not believe in growing old.

But you do not come to see me about myself, Miss Clinton.
You find me sitting idly with my legs crossed, and you are surprise.
I work as I dance,--very, oh, so very hard while I am at ze task,--but with frequent periods of rest.

So I do not wear out myself too soon.
It is the only way.